O Gebo e a Sombra (Gebo and the Shadow) Page #4

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If each one of us committed the murders

we've dreamed about,

out of hatred, ambition

or for gain,

it'd be a bloodbath.

That's true!

Any one of us could commit a crime

tomorrow.

Yes, it's funny!

That's a funny thing...

Joo, shut up!

Shut up!

As you wish!

Are you intending to kill her?

Kill us?

Oh, you always make such a fuss!

I'm getting palpitations now.

Do you think he's been to jail?

He could have been,

judging by his demeanour.

What are you saying?

Did I miss something?

Nothing,

a joke. That's all.

Whew! It's hot.

Hot!

With this cold!

I wouldn't call it hot.

So-so.

So what's new?

In politics, it just gets worse.

We need a man with a firm hand.

Another Marquis of Pombal.

A biscuit?

No, thanks.

Well, then...

and carry...

Now I don't know how much it was!

A great shortage of money!

But this...

this is a lot of money.

Yes! Almost one come.

Seven thousand reis.

- At the end of the year, there's a lot

to collect. - There's no more coffee!

And it's heavy!

One come'.!

I've got no idea what it would be like

to have so much money.

A thousand reis is a lot.

So seven thousand reis!

Joo?

Are you coming?

Imagine everything

that's in here!

Silk dresses, sweets,

everything.

It must be marvellous

to have so much money.

It even gives off heat!

Able to order everyone about:

"Do this! Don't do that!

Get out! Get out of my sight!"

I wish I had someone

I could order about!

I wouldn't think twice.

To say that here inside...

I don't know! Everything!

It must be really nice

to have a lot of money!

Seven hundred reis

right under our noses!

Think what's inside!

So much money

right under our noses!

I'm used to it.

I don't even remember

that it's money!

Zero...

Do you hear?

Half past nine.

Already?

It's the clock on the tower.

Right, old friend. Time to go.

Goodbye. Thank you!

I'll go too.

The rain's cleared a bit.

Thanks!

So much money!

Careful with the step.

- Yes, thanks.

- Thanks!

Just down here.

Goodbye

Good night.

They've gone.

I'm feeling worn out tonight.

Are you going to bed?

Yes.

I'm going now.

Are you coming, Doroteia?

No, I'm going to stay here talking

to my son.

Son...

Yes?

There are some things

I'd like to ask you.

You should tell me everything.

I'm your mother.

Yes?

Wait.

Let me look at you.

If you knew how much I've suffered!

Don't get annoyed.

I wanted to ask you...

I have to say...

there's something

I don't know about you...

Just now. I was almost afraid.

It was difficult for me to find

your other face...

My other face?

The one you had

when you were little.

There's something

I want you to tell me.

Leave me alone... Leave me alone...

now leave me alone...

I need to be alone.

I've got used to solitude.

There are times when people

all seem monstrous,

different.

You can't understand.

You upset me!

It's also hard for me

to find my other face,

the one I always knew,

the one I've always dealt with.

Son!

But wait.

You love me...

So speak!

You're my dear mama after all.

Son, I can feel something...

I don't know what, but I can feel it.

You're miserable.

Yesterday I dreamt that I saw you

all ragged and thin

in a road with no end.

You were hungry and

you were looking at me.

I stretched out my arms

with a cry

but I couldn't hold you back.

You went off down that road

with no end

to a destiny full of pain.

Pain?

Despair.

You have to tell me

about your life...

My life...

Many times

I believed you dead,

many times I was cold

when I thought

you were cold.

Tell me everything...

In those wretched days you always

appeared to me as you did when I was small.

- And then...

- Then...

The night came again.

Talk. I don't get tired

listening to you.

We can stay here

the whole night talking...

- I never forgot you.

- I never forgot you either.

Even on the darkest days

I saw you and heard you.

Sometimes you spoke to me

as if from the bottom of a grave...

But it was me that was dead.

Poor wretch!

Poor wretch!

Maybe I know more

than you think.

- Maybe I guess...

- I'm not like other people!

I'm different.

Dominated by something

much stronger.

Maybe I don't even

command myself.

I am...

Go and sleep now.

Heading for misery?

Pitilessly.

I am he that causes suffering

and laughs.

Listen.

Maybe I know more

than you think.

- Talk to me!

- Later.

Go to bed.

I've waited years.

Now leave me alone.

Leave me alone.

They won't hear.

I understand if you don't tell them

anything, but I'm your mother...

Are you cold?

I've put my shawl

on your bed.

Good night.

I've got to tidy up the kitchen.

Do you want to come?

No, thanks.

All right.

I won't be long.

This drains my strength away.

I don't know why,

even the night upsets me...

I knew an old man, who

when night came,

would go to the bars

to breathe in deeply...

Deep down those that kill

are the ones with the biggest hearts...

'What's the matter?

- Almost ten... Aren't you going to bed?

- Let me breathe!

'What's the matter?

When night comes,

another life comes over me.

On some nights, the deepest ones,

I feel that I've become someone else.

If you could see me!

A being so different

from what you know!

A stranger whose name I don't know

who takes control of me and takes me

by force.

By force.

Shut up! And please,

could you close the window? I can't.

I surprise even myself.

A living being,

not a dead man...

When others cry,

I laugh.

Now we have found each other again.

Wretch...

Wretch!

Wretch,

she called me that too.

It's you

that are the wretches.

Do you really think this is living?

Spending your days here

always starting over

in the same way in this hole?

- And dying? Dying?

- And then dying.

You live like blind men. But there are

other things... other living beings.

To work like Gebo!

Be him!

I'd rather rebel

and then die.

Look how my hands are cold...

Let the night in.

Now go.

Shut up and go.

What are you doing?

I can't take it any more, Joo.

I'm going to scream!

Just as well.

What are doing?

You know I'm a thief,

you know

- Yes.

- A thief.

Do you want

to run away with me?

Shouldn't you be by my side

for better or for worse?

I'm your wife.

I'm alone in the world

but I know things you don't.

I know what hunger is,

what it is to kill and to die.

There are nights when I flee

like a hunted animal,

and there are times when I feel in myself

something else, something immense...

I can see people cry, see them scream...

Thief!

Being a thief!

You're our curse.

Are you going to kill them both? Is that

what you want? Old father and mother?

I have no father or mother,

I have no one.

What are you saying?

What are you doing?

- I'm stealing.

- Joo...

Joo!

Speak more quietly!

You'll lose yourself

and you'll lose us!

You'll be the end of the old man!

No! No! No!

Father! Father!

Come! Help!

Kill me!

You're not getting through!

Son! Stealing!

If she finds out...

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